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whistle while you work - Alysanne - 01-01-2017 @Lena and any! - cleaning up the southern beaches near the marshes! RE: whistle while you work - Tilney - 01-01-2017
Still wary of the task at hand, Tilney attempted his best as his characteristicly glowing mindframe. The idea of disturbing the bones of the dead irritated him immensely and stirred some of the the deeper strings in his heart, but if it meant they could finally have a proper burial he would be more than happy to help with the task at hand. tilney And Oh there is more to this life RE: whistle while you work - Isi - 01-02-2017 Isi And Adella . . . I left the meeting in a rather somber fashion, Adella choosing to sit upon my back instead of taking her usual flight. The thought of cleaning after the dead was a sad notion; transporting bones for some purpose we didn't even know of. A few horses began to trail in different directions and so I followed a couple without paying any mind to who they were. I figured since I didn't know anyon he there, it didn't really matter who I worked around. Adella had nothing much to add to this decision, and so we were off, tracing others' footsteps. I ended up beside the sea, an ocean so blue I couldn't help but stare for a while. But the land itself was as bad as the voice had implied; it would take weeks to clear the place out if more didn't show up to help. Adella piped up in my mind and we simply conversed with each other from thereafter. Others are here. I looked out toward the area she pointed to, and it seemed that I had inadvertently followed two, one with wings and another with horns. They both had companions that flew like Adella, and she watched with keen eyes at their movements. I paid more attention to the two that arrived before me, moving closer to help with what they tasked themselves with. I snorted a gentle hello to each of them, refraining from speaking out loud in such a time. Perhaps it was better to simply stay quiet and work. Adella, move over. She had hopped off my back next to a pile of small dead trees and I wanted to move them to their own pile such as the bones were. I will pull. My little dragon took both hands and wrapped them firmly around a decaying stem, pulling back hard to remove it from the earth. Keep pulling, I'll walk them over. She handed me the bulk of the branches to hold in my mouth (they were dry, and I didn't much enjoy that taste) and I placed them in a separate space beside the bones. Maybe we can have someone burn them. I mused to Adella, wondering what to do with the dead and dried up flora. We went at that until a patch had been cleared out and the pile grew; we took a light chance to look around, and my brown companion gazed curiously at the antlered boy's companion. What is that? The question hit my mind but I could only giggle in response. ... if my yesterday is a disgrace, tell me that you still recall my name much bonded chatter for tilney to overhear <3 RE: whistle while you work - Arah - 01-02-2017
RE: whistle while you work - Lena - 01-02-2017
RE: whistle while you work - Öde - 01-02-2017 ÖDE
Öde sees her at the gathered crowd in the Rotunda, his second mother, of sorts. She'd been there at the grave site too, where the Reaper had laid down his scythe into the cold and the snow, but grief had consumed them all then and Öde had drifted away back into the wilderness to wonder and wander. Now however, with a task set before them, he can't help but let his gaze trail after her as she departs for the shore. He follows. He's uncertain of what to say, of how she'll react, or if she will at all. She's a kind mare, but he suspects his feelings towards her are not entirely reciprocated. After all, she only offered to him what she does all others, a calm smile and an opportunity to be healed. How was she to know that in so offering to him, that she was the first and therefore stole a place inside his cavernous heart forever more? He is grown now, yet he can't help but look to her as some guiding sense of comfort and shelter, of safety and relief. He is overcome by Deimos' death as much as his own, and shaken as he is, he wants nothing more than to hide beneath her legs in the eclipse of her body's shadow. That's he's too tall now doesn't make much difference to how he feels. He huffs exaggeratedly and makes his way towards her, pausing to collect the occasional bone here and there. The sea breeze ruffles the wolf pelt upon his back, sets the leather straps that gird his loins to sway and strike his flanks with a muffled slap. "Lena," he greets softly, more of an exhale curling from his lungs than any actual word, but he should be close enough for to hear, if she is of the mind. He stands, watching her work, and the barest trace of a smile finds its way on his muzzle. He has since washed the filth of his demise from his body, but he is still gaunt and haggard. It's hard to erase a year of disuse with a single bath.
I have become DEATH
image creditsthe destroyer of worlds. RE: whistle while you work - Larue - 01-21-2017 Larue...
The Songbird had been a present figure within her home, the Basin. But not ominously present like the Reaper, nor forcefully present like the Valkyrie. Both of those legends had something about them that kept the filly’s tricks far from them. However, the Songbird’s was a quiet, soft, pleasant hum within the Basin. And now, with the lemon drop’s new exposure to the cold reality of death, it seemed that the filly was drawn in by the soft, pleasant hum. So, with (slightly) stealthy steps on the sand, the tartlet darted among the dunes to find not only the Songbird, but also an assorted other gather of equines. Her eyes were first drawn the the flittering fruit bat that scurried through the skies, then to the antlered man he came to and fro. Bright, candied teal eyes darted to the beautifully graceful black and white @Alysanne , to the pale white lovely @Arah , and the other black and white @Isi . Though the do not linger long on the mares, for her attention was drawn back to @Lena —or the creature that stood near her. It was a strange beast, haggard and gaunt. But not in the way that Albrecht, the old grump, was. No, @Öde 's harsh angles were sharper, more threatening, than that ol’ bag o’ bones. These was something… deadly about the tall, dark stallion. So it is with a wide berth that the small filly trundles forward, “Heya,” was her muffled greeting around the old, dried, white clamshell (—that counted, right? Really, Kis should be more specific—), before she dropped it promptly on @Tilney ’s green cape. ...pucker up RE: whistle while you work - Aithniel - 01-21-2017
RE: whistle while you work - Larue - 01-21-2017 Larue...
Candied teal eyes jerk up from the green cape that now held her lonely, starkly white clam-shell. The only shell, she now belatedly realized (perhaps clearing a beach of shells was not what Kisamoa had intended with his task). Regardless of this newfound realization, her attention was now wholly fixed on the Inquisitor. The lemon drop had not yet met any of the demigods or goddesses—in fact, her limited experience with any divinity had been Kisamoa interacting with the Moon Goddess; and that she had only seen from a far distance. So, with curious eyes (and still keeping a healthy distance from the strangely foreboding stallion), she studied the Inquisitor, ears perking to hear the grunted words. Bright eyes then dart towards the white griffin that huffed with attitude—attitude that the filly could appreciate. A slow grin crossed her candied lips at the single leaf that sank slowly, purposefully onto the pile, a light and airy giggle bubbling out of her young throat. She scampered towards the intractable griffin, offhandedly kicking a small rock towards the pile, before plopping down on her haunches to watch @Aithniel struggle with the large log. If the griffin could watch everyone work, then so could she… right? A darting glance was given to the royal companion, before she settled in, calling to the demigodess with a pleasantly mischievous smile, “I’m Larue.” ...pucker up RE: whistle while you work - Öde - 01-22-2017 ÖDE
He realizes, a bit belatedly, that this is not the best time for conversation. Lena drew him in, but as the red of his gaze slips from her to run across the other assorted mares and stag, Öde notices for the first time the size of the group that has come together to work. Being social while setting yourself to a task is one thing, but attempting to monopolize someone's time for a reunion is quite another. Not wanting to distract her or the rest, Öde sets to work, content to make his return known to Lena, if nothing else. Hoping that his presence isn't hindering anyone's abilities, Öde reaches down for some assorted debris, grasping it gingerly between his teeth, conscious of the textures and the filth. Though by no means a pristine horse, he's accustomed to a kingdom of ice and snow. It's cold and harsh, but in a way, clean. It lacks a certain, grit that this sandy shore boasts, and he's newly aware of how thankful he is for that. As his head turns he spots the new arrivals. He spits some driftwood from his maw, tongue hanging out with exaggeration as he pauses to give them an unabashed once over. "Welcome," he intones pleasantly enough, or at least he means to. He's trying not to let his filthy tongue touch much of the rest of his mouth, not wanting to spread the cleaning gristle. He proffers a smile to soften his words, but with his features frozen and his tongue extended, it's a lot of teeth and a lot of weird; unsettling in the way an obvious madman whom doesn't know he's mad can be.
I have become DEATH
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